Thomas heard a knock on his door, which confused him as it was late and pouring rain outside. He let out a confused hum, wondering why someone would be at his doorstep in this weather.

He left the soup he was stirring on the stove, heading to answer the door. As he stepped up to the front door, there was another knock, prompting him to look out the peephole.

He didn’t see anything, humming in confusion again before shrugging it off as dumb teenage ding-dong-ditchers and heading back to the kitchen, only to return to his front door with a sigh at the third insistent knock.